Ashley was moaning softly but gamely shoving back at me as hard as I was pressing into her. Suddenly her sphincter relaxed, and the head of my by now bone-hard cock slid into her, the ring of her anus immediately tightening in a noose around my cock shaft, holding me tightly just behind the head. Ashley let out a muffled yelp, and looked back over her shoulder for reassurance from me. I kissed her and moved my hands to her breasts, gently squeezing and rubbing those delectable mounds as I prepared to drill the rest of my cock into her tight rectum.
“Are you ready, princess?” I asked, mentally crossing my fingers that I was doing it right and not injuring her permanently, and at her nod I began slowly pushing forward, sliding myself deeper into her.
Ashley immediately began gasping, and I stopped, recognising the pain-sounds she was making.
“No… Don’t… stop… keep… going…!” she gasped out, and so I kissed her once on the nape of her neck and pressed forward again. Now she began groaning, her hands flat against the cubicle wall as she quivered and pushed back against me.
“Oh God, it hurts, Nicky, but it feels good too! Don’t you dare stop, I want it all!” she gritted, so I obliged. It felt incredible. Her rectum gripped me with an equal constrictive pressure along the entire length of my cock, like a tightly squeezing hand, and I was having great difficulty not coming like a volcano; I could feel my sperm boiling just below the surface as I pushed myself in all the way and paused.
“Are you ready baby? ” I asked her, and she nodded again, and I started to withdraw, Ashley immediately spasming.
“Oh my God, that feels so good, keep doing that!” she groaned, and I obliged, pulling slowly out and pushing myself back in again. Ashley was panting like a marathon runner by now, and I was really having a hard time (no pun intended!) not coming as her rectum rippled and squeezed at me relentlessly. It was difficult to pull myself back from the vice-like grip of her rectum but going back in was easier as she loosened enough to let my cock slide a little easier.
I began sliding back and forth in her rectum, Ashley gasping and moaning “oh… oh… oh…!” in time to my thrusts, but I couldn’t keep this up indefinitely, I wanted so much to come, but I wanted Ashley to have her moment first. It wasn’t long in coming; She began to shudder as I pumped her, her hands coming behind her to clasp and lock behind my neck, allowing her to hold herself upright as she pumped and hammered herself against me, her back arched to keep her lovely rump lined up with my aching cock as I shoved myself up her arse as hard as I could.
Suddenly she began to shake and shudder. “Nick… Oh, fuck, Nicky, oh yes! God, yesss, yesss, YESSS!!” she shouted, a spray of warmth bathing my upper thighs as she squirted over me in the heat of her orgasm. This was too much for me, and I came like a shotgun, my spunk bursting out of me and spraying inside her anal tube as it pulsed and quivered all around my tightly-wedged cock, rippling like a milking machine cup, sucking all the sperm out of me. I think I came then more than I ever have in my life, all of it for my darling Ashley as I fucked her delectable arse.
We slumped against the cubicle wall, all thought dissipated in the white heat of orgasm, until my softening cock finally slipped out of her rear passage, an obscene blurt of spunk trailing out of her just-sodomized hole.
Ashley turned to me and kissed me deeply, passionately.
“Thank you for loving me Nicky, and thank you for making love to me!” she grinned, “we fuck good, don’t we!” she laughed, and I laughed with her, even her vulgarity somehow ladylike and feminine, for my ears only, and not in the least bit crude, given the circumstances!
We finished our shower post-haste, as Judy was waiting, although I still took the opportunity for some free-style groping and fondling, seeing as I had her there, all naked and desirable and available, and briskly rubbed each other down, before Ashley draped her sheet over both of us for the sake of decency as we dashed from bathroom to bedroom. We tumbled out of the bathroom in a flurry of white sheeted limbs and kisses, and there, in the hallway, was our mother, one eyebrow raised, and a strange, calm expression on her face.
“Both of you had better have an incredibly good explanation for whatever’s going on here!” she stated. “Clothes on, then living room, now!”
Ashley looked at me in stunned horror, and I must have had the same expression on my face as we shuffled back to my room for Ashley to pick up her T-shirt and panties. I pulled on a pair of shorts, my jeans and a loose tee-shirt, Ashley pulled her tee on, slid her panties back on, and we both made our way to the lounge, where mother was sitting with a scared-looking Judy.
“Sit down, both of you!” ordered mother, and we plopped down on the couch. Ashley was trembling, but I was feeling strangely detached, as though this was happening to someone else; the worst had happened, how much worse could it get now?
“Nick, how long has this been going on, and how far has it gone?” asked mother, her voice still calm, oddly calm, considering the circumstances.
“Sunday, Mother, Sunday morning, and…!” I began, but Ashley interrupted me.
“We’re more than… friends, if that’s what you’re asking!” she stated flatly, the merest hint of a tremor in her voice, but her eyes remained fixed steadily on our mother.
“I see,” said mother. “I guessed as much last night. So Nick, just let me ask you one thing; are you intending on forming some sort of attachment with my daughter, or is this just how you amuse yourself until it’s time to move on to your next conquest?”
Ashley gasped, and my heart sank at how low her opinion of me must have been at that point. I decided to grab the bull by the horns.
“No, I love her, and I want to marry her one day, if she’ll have me!”
Ashley looked at me in wonder, her eyes big as saucers, and Judy smirked at her, safely out of mother’s eyeline, or so she thought, however, mother turned and pinned her down with a look.
“And what exactly were you doing here, Judy, while all this was going on, keeping a watch out for the mom, were you? And were you ever planning on letting me into this little secret you all seem to be sharing? You just sit there, young lady, you and I are going to have a little talk when I’ve finished with these two!”
Judy subsided, crouching back into the couch, looking helplessly at us, the frosty look mother gave her enough to keep her quiet for now.
Mother looked sceptically at me. “And how do you know you want to marry my daughter, after, what, 4 days? You came into my home, you seduced my daughter, your sister, and now you tell me you love her and want to marry her? Why should I believe you, even if I condoned this… this, I don’t even want to say what it is!”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Ashley got there first.
“I believe him, mom, and I love him too. I’m over 18, that makes me responsible for the choices I make. This is what I’m choosing!”
Mother looked steadily at both of us and sighed as she stood up. I also rose, as did Ashley, and mother looked sadly at both of us. “She’s your sister!” she whispered, and right then I felt so bad for her, knowing she was right, but also knowing how much I wanted Ashley. It must have shown on my face, as she took a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving my face, suddenly soft and concerned. I relaxed, and that’s when she slapped me so hard it made my head ring. I reeled back and looked at her in shocked surprise, tinged with apprehension as she wrung her hand. She looked at me, shook her hand, and slapped me again, just as hard, her lips set and thin.
“Well, you didn’t react like your father would have, so I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be the man he was! My daughter can be grateful for that, at least!” she said almost conversationally. “Sit down, both of you, let’s talk.”
I was stunned. That had been a test? Where was she going with this, and why wasn’t she going ballistic right now? Ashley looked at me, equally mystified, as wrong-footed as I was, shock and confusion mingling on her face.
“Mother,” I began, “I know how this looks, and you pretty much told me what you think of me, I’ll leave now, if that’s what you want…”
She waved me to silence. “Shut up Nicky, I lost you once, and I waited 18 years to get you back, I won’t lose you again, not even over this. Ashley’s right, much as it pains me to admit it, she’s old enough to know what she wants. If you go, so will she, and I’ll have lost both my children, and I can’t, I won’t have that. For good or bad, this is what you both have chosen; I will accept that, for all our sakes. It doesn’t mean I have to like it; my children are having sex with each other; do you know how much that disgusts me?”
“I’m sorry about just now, I wanted to see whether there was any of the anger in you that your father had so much of, but I guess you missed-out on that part of him. For Ashley’s sake I’m glad. That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it, or that you didn’t deserve it; just be grateful it was me, because if Ashley’s father was alive right now, what he’d do to you would make your back look like a mild scratch!”
“If you stay here, then, as far as the outside world is concerned, you’re Ashley’s live-in boyfriend, because I don’t know how you can be my son at the same time; the thought of my son and my daughter together like that disturbs me, so I just have to try and stop thinking of you as my son, and that’s the hard part for me; I only just got you back, and now I have to deny you, because of what you want. I know what the two of you’ll want to do together, I guess I can’t do anything about it, so just keep it out of my sight as much as possible. If you want to sit and hold hands, that’s fine; if you want to make out, find another room, or go somewhere else, I don’t want to see any of that in front of me; I’m not ready for that yet, and I don’t know when I will be. You’re going to have to give me some time on that.”